We were soldiers, like.

I was walking down the hill with tom- he wore leather belts/// jeans with holes and fades in them, screen printed t-shirts, we talked about the south in the queue for bacon and egg, he said they were all posh cunts and I agreed– we walked down the hill and talked about the weekend. I was in London//// he was in Leeds. I asked him how it was, he said it was ace like. And his friend was not eighteen yet and he asked for I.D but he didn’t have it and he wasn’t lending him his I.D Because it was my fucking passport and fuck letting some young cunt lose my passport that’s, what seventy pound like, fuck that#!!!!!!!!!- Then he told me today he watched ‘We were soldiers’. I asked what it was about and he said it was about Viet nam, it was deep mate, about this guy - he was the general, Mel Gibson, and he said that he would be the first man on the field the last man off it – and then at the end he survives and none else does –He said it were deep- he nearly cried – I said I though I’d seen it. Then I asked him what he was doing this evening and he said he was going to the York – Its pound for a pint night on Mondays-it is Monday MOTHERFUCKAAAAA – then he said are you coming and I said I dunno…. He said come on you gay, its Gary’s birthday you bastard – so I said I dunno again. Who’s coming I asked and he said it was all the boys from his flat and the one next door to mine. I said the guys in the flat next door to mine were all wastemen and he said no they’re not, that Jim from the hockey teams a sound lad. I said, what the tall one, he said yeah, he’s well sound like. I said that the York didn’t sound like my kind of thing and he said fuck off. I asked if there were girls coming out and he said of course not its Gary’s birthday, you don’t bring out a bunch of girls on a lads birthday otherwise everyone starts coupling off/// you gotta go out with the lads like///down your pints/ one for a pound/ first man on the field last man off the field. Just the boys like// just the fucking boys getting fucked up.// we were lads, sons, brothers ///////we were soldiers, he said, while my fringe blew in the wind, walking down that hill.